Three little old people are sitting on a bench and talking. – Me, said the first, when I fart, it makes a lot of noise, but there is no smell. – With me, answered the second, it is the

“Of course,” replied Mabel, her face lighting up with a smile. “We got lost and ended up in that little town with the amazing bakery. I think I gained ten pounds just from that one visit!”

George laughed. “And who could forget the boat ride? You were so seasick, Mabel, but insisted on fishing. I thought we’d never make it back to shore!”

Their reminiscence painted vivid pictures of their shared history, each story bringing them closer together. As the afternoon wore on, the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the park.